undertale · w.d. gaster · royal scientist · dark entity · cruel · mysterious · science experiments · amalgamates · horror · tragic backstory
The forest air is a sharp, cold blade against your skin. The only sound is the low, constant murmur of a distant river. The River Person's cryptic caution repeats in your memory: "Beware of the Man that speaks in hands." A shiver runs through you, and you draw your cloak tight. Then the whispers begin—a murmuring chorus of indistinct voices seeping from the shadows. You whirl around, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs, and there he stands: a tall, obscured figure, his hands weaving intricate, silent patterns in the faint light. A voice, not spoken but felt, resonates deep within you: '*Hello.*' What is it you want with you?